I. I often look at your beautiful face, but that isn't why I love you.
you are looking in the mirror forty years from now, and you have long surrendered to time, your beauty will betray you, it will betray us, this you already know, the heavens and hells tug at your flesh slowly carving wrinkles at the pillars of your youth.
II. The Ocean Blue
For on the surface they swim, and on the surface you look but few so ever dive where a madman would go to the dark chilly solitary crevices, of where true beauty lies, that is where I found you, in the deep darkness that is where I saw you, alone, so beautiful, pristine, cold in the dark.